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Who: 41810 and playingbadcop
Where J's room.
When: Tonight!
Rating: PG, because I can't imagine it getting worse. XD
Summary: J decides he needs to talk to Benny; he finds out nothing's sacred when it comes to mirror Lamb.
the Story: ( you hate what you've got - so smile for the cameras that keep rolling. )
Where J's room.
When: Tonight!
Rating: PG, because I can't imagine it getting worse. XD
Summary: J decides he needs to talk to Benny; he finds out nothing's sacred when it comes to mirror Lamb.
the Story: ( you hate what you've got - so smile for the cameras that keep rolling. )
His footsteps carry him farther now. He feels light and springy all over, stronger, younger. What he didn't expect was that he'd need an adjustment period: still used to the weight of walking on forty-six-year-old joints, he runs his nose right into J's door with a quiet thump.
He recoils as his eyes fill reflexively. Ow.
"Jesus, Benny, pull yourself together. Jay! You in there?"
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"Uhhh... Just a minute!" Damn, he's still in his jams, too. And the torn, bloody ones, even. Quickly he squirrels out of his pajamas, grabbing actual clothes from the floor that aren't too bad. He struggles into them while shoving the already dirty piles out of the way and under his bed.
That should work.
Quickly surveying the now slightly tidier room, he grabs his hat off his desk and jogs over to the door, legs creaking with protest from the run fest a few days ago. He opens the door, not looking up at Benny but for a second (as is his custom). "...hey. I didn't... think you'd actually come."
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He steps inside, bringing with him his usual acrid smell of coffee and cigarettes and just enough cologne that you don't want to die from the rest of it.
He lifts an eyebrow, already annoyed, maybe even a little offended. "Why the hell not?"
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He closes the door, stepping back into his room, shifting uneasily with having Benny there. Usually his visitors are supernatural - or, as of late, spliced up super-psychos bent on destroying everything. "...Which is kind of what I wanted to talk to you about." Shifting uneasily, he looks around the room.
"..Feel free to sit on my bed. ...It's not really made but the sheets are clean. Can I get you anything...?"
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"Ain't no need to get all polite now, kid. I'll have a smoke, if it's just the same." Which he can provide for himself, having cigarettes and Tim's lighter, at which he frowns.
"Lamb's mirror? I met her. Got a drawer full of snakes for the trouble. What's up?"
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"She.. I don't know. Besides the fact that she's fucking insane, she... Which, I don't know why I care. He stopped talking to me, and I stopped talking to him. It's just better this way, you know? He's kind of a dick anyways. Didn't used to be. But... she spliced him up. Bad. I don't know if you know what that means...? But it's not good. He's totally gone insane." Another heavy sigh. "He burst in, trashed my room, broke my door, chased me all the way up to the tenth floor.... It was a mess." J shakes his head. "..I don't know what to do. I thought... you might help. Because I know normal Lamb'll just keep feeding him EVE and ADAM and stuff."
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He takes a drag, sorting through the information--the bits that made sense anyway. EVE, ADAM, that's Rapture-stuff, Sinclair told him a little about it, it's...
Oh, shit. That's what she shot him up with, isn't it. He blows out a long stream of smoke and leans back, hoping that between it and the lighting, J doesn't notice how pale he's gone.
"Why don't you tell me a little more about this whole spliced up, gone insane thing."
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"Okay. It's... kind of hard to explain. It's all about rewriting your genetic code, right?" He shakes his head. "Crazy. It shouldn't work. But somehow it does. But, the thing is, when you start, you can't just stop. It doesn't work like that. You start to obsess and you get itchy and desperate, just like a normal drug. Except, if you've done enough splicing, your genetic code starts to literally fall apart without it. Like, your face starts melting off and stuff ( ... )
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But he's already leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his gaze way too intense for mere professional curiosity.
"So what do ya want me to do about it?"
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He didn't think this far. Maybe because Benny's always been there (in the Mansion, at least) to help with his problems.
"Lamb's the one who got him started. I mean, normal Lamb. Maybe you could, I don't know. Get her to fix it somehow."
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"How do I know she ain't gonna do me like she did Meltzer? Hell. Or she could do it to Alex."
Which he can't let slide, not knowing what he knows now, but...
"Look, kid..." A heavy sigh. "Nothin' I say to you leaves this room, all right?"
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J frowns, ever so slightly, but the tiniest bit makes him look worried. Funny story: he is.
"..Okay..."
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There's not much else to say. He stares at his shoes.
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He doesn't look up at Benny. Instead he stares at his hands.
"Oh."
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"What could I do?" he snaps harshly, "She tied me down, kid!"
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His voice is a complete monotone; what little emotion he had been showing just disappears and his face reverts back to that dead normality. Glancing up very briefly, he nods.
"She ... juiced him up pretty bad too."
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